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trinoxtrinox · 2 years

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Helping a Half-Sibling

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Order. Prompt: Way of Life.

Summary: Ghost Writer wants to write a new book with humans protagonists, but in order to do so he has to do some research. It’s been many years since he died and even though some of the knowledge he maintains can be used, most of it is already outdated.

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“Ugh!” Ghost Writer moved away from his desk and began pacing around, still inside his library as he mumbled to himself, “I can’t take this writer’s block anymore, I need some air”

Floating inside his lair, Ghost Writer checked on the many shelves filled with books and scrolls, checking on their tomes and paper edges and handles. Looking through these has always been quite cathartic to him, and right at this time also quite relaxing as well. Through the lair there were a lot of shadows with glasses and scarves moving between the rows and rows of shelves, all of them moving books from places to places, writing down some of the current events through one of the Observant’s magnifying glasses, helping any ghost that came to his lair to ask for any book that could interest them, repairing any books that were damaged due to time or, in case of one particular shadow with a crossbow in hand and a sword sheathed on it’s waist, coming back from a long overdue book; these were all the shades that worked under Ghost Writer, created in his lair to serve him and help him in any way possible and needed. His mood was quickly improving thanks to this, the books moving from place to place to find new ghosts to be read was always something that brought pleasure to his core.

“Heya Ed! How you doing!?” Exclaimed a new ghost from the entrance of the lair, not caring about the fact that he was in a library. Many shades tried to silence the blue skinned ghost with a gray sleeveless shirt and a dark gray choker, all the while he had purple arm warmers that covered from the hand to over the elbows, fingerless nonetheless, as well as a light purple headband that went from forehead to nape, keeping his wild black hair behind his face and green eyes.

“Randy,” said Ghost Writer unimpressed, floating towards where he was at the entrance and inviting him in, floating the both of them to one of the back rooms so that they would be able to talk however they want without disturbing the ghosts that were currently reading in his lair, “What brings you here today?”

“What, can’t I see my brother once in a while?”

“Yes, but you usually come with a story of your adventures or to ask something of me, which by the way I would gladly lend you without any troubles, so there’s another reason for this.” Replied with his arms crossed Ed, once again looking unimpressed once they finally got to the proper room and he closed the doors behind him, “Also we’re half-brothers, you know I like to use the proper grammar thank you very much.”

“Fine fine, you got me,” the ghost put his arms in the air, surrendering himself to the conclusions reached by his family, “I actually wanted to go to the human realm and explore a bit, and wanted to ask if you could accompany me.”

“Why would you ask me of all ghosts?”

“Well, I heard that you managed to take a glimpse of the human realm with that stunt you pulled out in the Christmas Truce that one time.”

“Ugh, why would you remind me of that?”

“Because we’re brothers and it's our duty to endlessly tease each other.” Putting an arm over Ed’s shoulders, Randy said smirking at him.

“Well, since it’s our duty to tease the other, then I suppose my answer should be no, right?”

“No, Ed please, I want to explore the human world and write all I can about the many different views that there are that I can find in a single day, please come with me, I don’t know a single thing about the human realm.” He begged while kneeling down in front of his half-brother.

“MMhhhh, I don’t know. I’m sure there are plenty of books out there that come with pictures of the different places of the human realm and that describe the place quite well enough.” a sarcastic smirk came across Ghost Writer’s face

“True, but would any of those books be able to describe the changes that a place has had through the years in a single chapter, explaining how different things interact with each other to explain how it all came to be?” Lifting himself he asked while raising an eyebrow.

“Thank you for volunteering on writing a chronicle about the history of Amity Park and how the thin veil between the Infinite Realms and the Living Realms interact there dear brother.”

“What!? Also, aren't you usually more strict with the grammar?” asked aghast Randy, paling as he realized what he set himself to.

“I can put grammar aside for a while when it benefits me, beside we’re technically brothers as well, half or not the relationship still remains the same”

“Oh you cheeky bastard. Come here!” The blue ghost jumped over the gray ghost and began chopping softly his brother’s head with the side of his palm.

“Stop it Randy, stop it!” Smiling Ed tried to regain his bearings and get away from his brother, but he couldn’t win against the hold he was put under, until eventually he was freed from the attack of his half-brother. “Well, do you have your movie camera with you?”

“Never leave my lair without it!” He manifested his own vintage film camera recorder on his side.

“Perfect, we’re going now, and I’ll need your help for something as well, consider it a payment for getting you to the human realm and keeping you on good terms with Phantom.”

“Oh? And what would that favor be?”

“I’m writing a book with a human protagonist, however it’s been so long since we’ve died that I barely remember anything from back then. I’d like you to use your camera over the city so I can gain a better understanding on how human society has changed with the years.”

“Sure thing Ed, that’s the least I can do for you” Randy smiled while following his brother to the Fenton Portal.

“Okay, I need to make sure it’s safe first, then we can cross over.” Ghost Writer then put his head through the portal while being invisible, looked around the lab in the basement, and then put his head back in the ghost zone. “Ok, it’s safe to come through.”

With that both ghosts crossed the Fenton Ghost Portal and went through the entirety of Fenton Works, flying upwards and upwards until eventually they were both flying over the whole city.

“Alright, now we wait for a bit for Phantom to appear and then we’ll be able to do whatever we want.”

“Hey Ed, anything I should know before meeting him?” Considering how he began caressing his camera slowly, it was clear that Randy was pretty nervous of meeting the ghost hero of Amity Park

“As long as you don’t cause any trouble everything should be fine and you shouldn’t be captured in his thermos. There are also other ghost hunters in this city, so it would be for the best if you’re very careful about who you interact with; for more details we’ll have to ask Phantom.”

“You’ll have to ask me what?” Danny floated towards them with his arms crossed, thermos in hand and the other with some ecto energy in it ready to attack if necessary.

“Phantom” “Ghost Writer” both of them called the name of the other with some venom in their voices.

“Hey-y Phantom, Randy here” he nervously put himself between Amity Park’s guardian and his brother. “I wanted to explore the human world for a bit and asked Ed here for a little help on how to approach my desire.”

“Wait a second, Ed?”

“*sigh* Yes, that’s my name, thanks for that Randy.”

“Awwww, come on, it’s not the end of the world bro.” Randy tried to hug Ghost Writer, but he was making things difficult, resisting his attempts.

“Wait a second, you’re brothers?” Amusement and surprise could be heard in the voice of the halfa, his hand already being diffused and both arms hanging by his side now.

“HALF-brother” emphasized Ghost Writer the first half, finally freeing himself from the hold of his brother, “anyways, we wanted to explore Amity for a bit, and I thought it was best to tell you about it so you don’t hunt us down.”

“Yeah, considering the amount of hunters in this city, that’s a good idea”

“Wait, there are more hunters here? I only knew of your parents,” worried mentioned Ed

“Yeah, there’s also The Red Huntress and the Guys In White, or GIW, whatever is shorter to say.”

“Well alright then, guess I’ll just record some stuff than be on my merry way back to the Zone.”

“Talking about that, what does your camera do? ‘Cause if you’re Ghost Writer’s brother-” “Half” “-then I don’t want to find anyone at the wrong end of it and being forced to recreate a story or something else”

“That was ONE TIME,” his complaints were unheard as Randy answered Phantom’s question.

“Don’t worry, my camera only takes pictures of events that happened in the past, and with all of them collected in a single video I can make a movie of the changes that happened somewhere.”

“Huh, then I guess as long as you don’t cause any trouble you can come and stay. Though I’ll come get you once dusk ends, so please make sure to have returned to the Ghost Zone before that time comes.”

“You got it Phantom, let’s go Randy, we’ve already wasted part of the day and I’d like to go back to my books as soon as possible.”

“Right away Ed! Thanks again Phantom for letting us stay unperturbed. Bye-bye,” and with that the ghost siblings went their merry way, recording many parts of the city and witnessing the movement of people as everything changed through the ages. Once they finished just at the beginning of dusk, the duo returned to the ghost zone and back to Ghost Writer’s lair, where they began developing the films and began watching how Amity Park and it’s population changed with the years.

#Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Order #Day 12 #Way of Life #Danny Phantom #Ghost Writer #Amity Park #Did you konw that GW has a half-brother?#According to the wiki he has one at least #I didn't know that before writing this oneshot XD

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fratboykate · 1 year

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Hi, So since you're a writer, how do you feel about the whole Jenna Ortega situation? I've seen a lot of writers taking a dig at and I don't necessarily agree especially in such important moment like now , but Idk, thought?

She deserves every bit of it. You'd be hard pressed to find a writer who isn't rightfully fucking pissed at her horrible attitude and straight up disrespectful comments so unless she's planning on writing every script for the rest of her career I can guarantee you she's going to have a tough time, at least behind the scenes. And I know her stans love to say "Oh but the showrunners haven't said anything bad about her!" Yeah, because unlike her they're professionals 🤷🏽‍♀️

#truly no writer is having it and I'm so happy they're putting her on blast #she evidently has no respect for us or the work we do so why shouldn't we be allowed to make a few jokes???#if she doesn't like them then she can rewrite them 😊 she wrote the entire show anyway basically #at least according to her lol #you have NO idea the amount of extra work she made for the already underpaid overwork and abused writers in that room by refusing to do job #you guys think scripts are pulled out of thin air #TV is a medium that takes MONTHS #every script takes MONTHS and dozens of layers of approval form different people #from the showrunner to studio execs to the network to legal to...everything #sometimes one line of dialogue may seem insignificant but it is the thing that later triggers an entire storyline.#and we spend months crafting that in rooms #painstakingly going through rounds of notes from every department and level until you FINALLYYYY get a script approved #after 5 or 50 drafts.#and after all that work from literally dozens upon dozens of people for the actor to not only blatantly refuse to read what was written #but turn flippantly change it and BRAG ABOUT IT IN THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL WAY?!#it's immaturity and entitlement at its finest #the idea that the people who spent years and hours on end developing this show knew less about the character than her is...PHEWWWW #anyway...I hope we see MORE signs #if I wasn't immunocompromised and could safely be at the picket lines one of my signs would probably be a joke about her now lol #at least a dozen people have already tested covid positive so I can't go until people start wearing masks and being safe #but I'm sure she's been talked about plenty at one point or another at every line that there's a sign about this #the idea that we should brush off this level of disrespect or consider it unimportant when we're in this position #exactly because so many people seem to think what we do is unimportant and either AI or actors who 'know better' could replace us #or do a better job is...something #anyway...your faves are nothing with writers #give us the credit we deserve #jortega #anonymous #answers #rants

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ask-the-reaper-conspiracy · 2 years

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Lord Stronghart sir I managed to pull all what I could from McGilded library and written out the report from our home countries domestic dispute proceedings can I please leave now. (Help this anon accidentally got a job from Stronghart over a prank)

"Well done, indeed. You've finished with roughly an hour and thirteen minutes to spare." "Yes, feel free to go home now." "I'd like you to next work on compiling a study of literacy rates in our country as they correlate to arrests in the lower and middle classes over this same time period." "Let's see if you can get it finished in half the time, shall we?"

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Related previous ask

Check this page for credits

#Mael Stronghart #the great ace attorney #((oh god #wait till you see what your wages are #also i'm crying I tried to upload this at 8:40 so the times were accurate (at least according to my bad writer math)#but there was a delay orz #the new intern #interactions #pre gaa 1 time

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hqmillioncorn · 2 years

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Lalapril Day 30: Hope

‘With your unbeating heart, wish them well.’

endwalker spoilers babycorn decides she needs to get stronger yay i guess and that starts with getting to know an old friend...?

With one last exhausted swing of her scythe, Babycorn collapsed onto the grass once again.

She was breathing heavily. Had anyone else been around it would have been obvious that she was pushing herself well beyond her limits. Babycorn was not a physical sort of person. It was often said that she could not punch herself out of a paper bag, even if she called upon her entire reservoir of strength.

Despite what it looked like sometimes, Babycorn actually didn’t mind her lack of strength. There were always other people around to carry a heavy crate or push a bookshelf out of the way. There was no need for her to hurt herself trying. Especially since Cherrypit was one of those ‘other people.’ Whenever her swords got too heavy for her to carry her brother was only a question away from handling it for her.

However, due to all too recent events that still stung, Cherrypit wasn’t around her anymore.

Babycorn was already told so many times that she shouldn’t be blaming herself for what happened to her brother and that the person she should be blaming had already been taken care of. To her credit, she did listen. She wasn’t entirely blaming herself anymore but that didn’t mean she could accept that there was something she could have done.

She was kept up with constant thoughts at night, that if she had just been a bit stronger then maybe Fandaniel wouldn’t have captured them so easily. If only she had just a little bit more strength then she could have fought back and made her escape to safety with Cherrypit. It didn’t matter if it was magic or physical strength, she knew she was weak in both aspects.

She was weak, weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weakweakweakweakweakweak

Babycorn let out a heavy breath, curling her fingers around the hilt of her scythe again. She used her scythe to help her stand up, since her own legs were being very uncooperative right now. It didn’t surprise her, she’d been out here since midnight and it was already around the normal breakfast time. It was only a matter of time before someone would walk out of the mansion and spot her, so she needed to quickly wrap things up.

This morning she’d been practicing her various slices nonstop but by now she was partly confident that she had memorized the right movements. Back in Ul’dah, Drusilla had told her that in order to be a Reaper she would have to have a contract, a connection, with a Voidsent. Babycorn had no real opinion on Voidsent other than they were a little bit annoying to deal with and she hated it when people compared her brother to one. So she was much more accepting of the fact that she needed to do this than Druscilla was expecting from someone like her.

As of now she hadn’t called on her Voidsent since the first day they had seen each other. Seeing her Voidsent had felt a little weird though. Babycorn just couldn’t shake the feeling that she had seen it somewhere before. Maybe it just had a resemblance to the hundreds of Voidsent that she had fought so far. Voidsent that looked like women and had long black hair and long claws were probably a gil-a-dozen.

The one-eye and the face mask where her mouth would be was a surprise though.

Babycorn was struggling to keep her scythe up now. But that didn’t matter. All of this was so she could finally be strong enough to protect the people she loved. Maybe that’s why all her friends were so strong? They fought with all their might to protect all the people they loved.

Was she just not trying hard enough?

Or maybe, there just wasn’t enough love in her heart.

The thought of that being the case hurt. She loved all of her friends, her family, and just about every single person that had shown kindness to her and her brother so much. Babycorn couldn’t imagine what her life would have been like if she hadn’t met any of them. Would she still be the bitter and angry girl with the closed off heart she was before? Probably.

She owed them so much, so much more than what she could ever offer.

Babycorn felt her face warm up, before anything else could happen she swung at the striking dummy as hard as she could. Her swing ended up making a small scratch. One of the dozens she had made that morning already.

She was mentally running around in circles, she knew this. There was no way she would get any stronger if she just continued to ask herself why she was so weak. Instead she needed to fix the problem. She needed to get stronger. Even if it made everything in her body hurt. Even if she risked breaking her just healed arm again

Babycorn didn’t want to lose anyone else.

She screamed as she lifted up her scythe again, not caring who was around to hear. An ominous dark glow surrounded her as she took aim for the striking dummy again. Suddenly a dark portal materialized behind her, a singular glowing eye raised its clawed hand alongside Babycorn.

“Unveiled gallows!!”

Along with the scythe, a large claw swung down at the striking dummy. However, unlike the scythe, the claw didn’t happen to get stuck on the side of the striking dummy. “Oh-!” Babycorn was quick to notice that her scythe wasn’t coming out and rather than wonder just how hard she had hit it to cause that, she started to panic. “Oh no, no ,no! I didn’t break it, did i?!” No longer was Babycorn on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. Rather, the adrenaline from her usual panic was making her run on all cylinders.

“Waaaaa! Lunya’s going to be so mad!!” Babycorn pulled on her scythe as hard as she could but it wasn’t budging. With every tug to the scythe, the more her adrenaline ran out. To the point where it was quickly being replaced with tiredness. “I have to…have to…” Babycorn felt her legs finally start to give out and just when she thought she was about to finally hit the ground, something caught her.

“Eh?” Babycorn looked down to see a large clawed hand holding her up. Normally she would have screamed at the top of her lungs as soon as she saw this but something in her told her that whatever this was, it was safe. The hand soon moved up, carrying her closer to whoever was holding her up.

It was the same Voidsent as before, the same one-eye and the weird face mask.

For the longest she just silently stared at Babycorn, while Babycorn did the same. Then, weirdly enough, the Voidsent looked like it was smiling. Even with the facemask on it was pretty clear that a big grin was behind it. Using her free hand the Voidsent gave Babycorn a light tap on her head. Whether it was because she was afraid of hurting her or because Babycorn was just too small, one couldn’t say.

‘Hello! Nice to see you again!’ A greeting echoed in Babycorn’s head.

Babycorn’s eyes widened, “H-Hello…?” She was used to having people talk into her head and it was pretty obvious that it was the Voidsent talking to her but she hadn’t expected it to sound so polite. As a reward for saying hello Babycorn received another pat on her head. By now her hair was already beyond salvaging, so she made a note to herself to brush it before she went out again.

‘What are you doing out here by yourself?’ The Voidsent asked.

Babycorn scowled, what business did this Voidsent have wanting to know what she was doing out here. Though, it probably wouldn’t have hurt to let her know, just a little bit. Deep down however, Babycorn was almost relieved that she’d been asked.

“I’m out here to practice. So I can get stronger.”

‘Stronger?’ The Voidsent looked at the striking dummy with a scythe stabbed into it and then back at Babycorn. Carefully she pointed a claw at Babycorn’s arm, ‘By injuring yourself?’

Babycorn gasped and brought her arm closer to her. Though she wished she hadn’t, after doing just that caused her to hiss in pain. “I’ll be fine! Besides, if I do injure myself I can practice my healing at the same time.” Maybe Tilika’s optimism was rubbing off on her more than she cared to admit.

‘You’re still so stubborn…’

“...Huh?”

‘Ever since you were a little girl. You’ve been too stubborn to let things go. Too stubborn to give up. You’re just like your mother in that regard.’

Babycorn was almost too stunned to find the words to speak. “My…mama? How did you know my mama…?” Maybe another question she should have asked was how did this Voidsent know her?!

‘Because I was in a contract with her! She was a Reaper after all!’

“...What?”

‘Imagine my surprise when another Starsinger came calling for a contract! By technicality this would only be an extension of my contract. You have to know where to look for the loopholes.’

“Oh.” That was right. If a Reaper dies then the Voidsent that was bonded to them would be sent back home, wherever that would be. “Were you…there back then? When I was little?” Babycorn couldn’t recall ever seeing a Voidsent growing up but maybe her mind had suppressed that memory or something.

‘I was! I helped rock your little cradle just after you were born.’

“Oh…” Good to know she was much braver as a literal infant that an adult.

Babycorn didn’t notice but the Voidsent was holding her closer to her now. ‘I owe your mother a lot. The most I can do is make sure her daughter is safe. So tell me, why are you out here injuring yourself? To get stronger?’

“I’m not hurting myself! I have to get stronger because if I don’t…If I don’t…!” Babycorn could still see it clear as day. The days she lost Moenbryda, Papalymo, Haurchefant, Ysayle, Minfilia, and everyone who sacrificed themselves to make a path for her to face Meteion, It was all because she wasn’t strong enough. “If…I was strong enough back then maybe I could have done something…Anything…” There was no bringing back the people they had lost along the way, no matter how much she wished for it. “If I can get stronger then maybe…I won’t have to lose anyone anymore…I can protect everyone…! Nobody will have to risk their lives for me again!”

‘That would be nice…’

“If I could have just…be different then Cherry wouldn’t have…”

…That was weird.

Babycorn could hear something distinct. Something that was scratching the surface of buried memories. A familiar melody surrounded her, in fact she could hear it right now.

She remembered being in her mama’s arms as she hummed a lullaby for her.

‘People have their limits. Just like you have yours. If you try and rush as fast as you can to become as strong as you think you need to be, you’re going to hurt yourself. And even then…’ The Voidsent showed a brief glimmer of remorse, ‘...No matter how strong you are, there will be times when you lose. You have to accept that.’

“Hmm…” Babycorn held her arm closer to herself. Now that she really thought about it, her arm really hurt all over. She could barely close her hand.

‘Your friends, your family, your little brother. I know you would do anything to protect them. They know that too.’

“Maybe…”

The Voidsent pet Babycorn’s head one last time for good measure. Babycorn froze up again, as she tended to do lately when her head was pet. ‘Then start by keeping yourself safe. It’s that simple!’ Though it was easier said than done, given Babycorn’s clumsiness but the Voidsent had no way of knowing that,

Babycorn crossed her arms and pouted. Try as she might, she couldn’t come up with a suitable argument for that. “...I guess so.” All she really wanted to do now was get back down on her own two feet to grab her staff to try and heal any injuries in her arm she could. But how could she do that when this Voidsent was carrying her in her ar-

“Hey!!!!!!! Wait a minute!!!! This is embarrassing!!! Put me down!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Babycorn began to shout and scream and wave her arms around as she finally realized what had been happening this entire time.

‘Aww, but look at you, you're so cute!’

“Frick you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m not cute!!!!!!!!!”

The Voidsent held her in both her clawed hands and hugged her closer to herself. Meanwhile, Babycorn kicked and yelled as hard as she could to be put down. Enough so that she didn’t notice a small pink-winged creature fly up to her and take up residence in her hair.

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“Good morning!”

Coco Cocoda walked out the front door, saw what was happening on the front lawn of the mansion and then immediately walked back inside.

#lalapril #lalapril 2022 #and thats it #endwalker spoilers #kinda #i think but yeah #according to my google doc i wrote much more this year but it doesnt feel like it #i think at least the quality is worse and i know like more than half of these are babycorn learning a life lesson thjat should be obvious bu #t shes dense so she can have a little knowledge as a treat #which is another way to say im not a very good writer but its whatever #doesnt matter at all really so oh well #the thing is babycorns voidsent friend is actually her mom kururu rhapsody situation shes just a really good actress

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misclogarts · 3 months

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i don't know if it's the lack of sleep or something else but is it just me or is dante's inferno actually kind of entertaining to read

#itlogthoughts #interpreting it is my own punishment in my circle of hell but with a study guide its pretty fun ngl #imagine being beatrice and finding some random Guy wrote you into his self-insert greek mythos fanfiction along with several of his idols #depicting you as a divine figure who pleaded someone to guide him to recognize and eventually renounce his sins through a allegorical-#-journey through hell. because he loved you so so much that it would be injustice NOT to help him to heaven #oh and his journey to heaven was literally 'willed by god' and the 5 most influential poets (according to him at least) pronounced him as-#-the sixth. also he wrote you as having love for him. you have only talked twice.#giggling and sharting. what is up with him. writers never change huh #this is like that one fic on ao3 with Too Many Tags #or some wattpad self-insert comfort fic because im SURE his ass was salty over being exiled

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tussie-mussie-trouble · 3 months

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Hey funfact!

If youre the kind of person who opens 5000 tabs every time you think of the phrase "tvtropes" you'll probably also be the kind of person who if you write a book, will proceed to have 5000 tabs open *for several months if not a year, or however long it takes for you to write and edit your book* <3 so hey! be prepared! this is your life now! sincerely, help me

#writeblr #writing #writer humor #funny writing #tvtropes #help #some of these are barely for research purposes #i keep telling myself reading that victorian era book about cats was very important research #the cat exclusively took up one random throwaway line in an early chapter and never shows back up- i cant justify my mistake #on the bright side turns out a catcall apparentally used to be a word for a whistle one can hide inside of ones mouth and was often used #by theatergoers both to cause mischief and as a way to cheer even louder after preformances! not that anyone really wanted those whistling #in the theater anyways but since it was hidden inside your mouth according to the book i read at least no one could tell #though then again the same author thought sam slick from slicksville was a real human being that exists #theres a possibility the poor man got lied to #im not sure he dosent seem to have the strongest grip on reality

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eff-plays · 7 months

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Ok so I watched the interview with Stephen Rooney, Astarion's writer, and here are some highlights. (I'm an aspiring writer and current game design student who wants to write for games so I'm sorry if some of these insights aren't as interesting to you as they are to me <3)

He calls Astarion his "horrible little vampire boy"

He loves seeing the fandom around Astarion<3

He did write other characters in the game, but mostly NPCs surrounding Astarion or his storyline, so it mostly revolved around Astarion

Astarion is not as connected to other companions/Origins as, for example, Lae'zel and Shadowheart, or Wyll and Karlach are to each other, but he is still reactive to their stories, even if it's just to stand off to the side and laugh when something terrible happens

He had a clear sense of where Astarion's story would start and end, but it got "muddy in the middle", but those are also moments where the best ideas come from

They write from the general idea that every character has one "good" and one "evil" ending, in order to give the player choice. RIP Ascendant apologists :(

According to Stephen, two of the most important aspects of Astarion's character (to keep consistent when bringing him to Idle Champions, at least) is that he enjoys violence, but is also fun about it

"He has a certain appreciation for violence, I guess? A bit of a murdery streak. [...] He's a vampire, he's all about blood, and he's all about, kind of, those darker sides of humanity. [..] But at the same time, he is ... He is really fun, he's really fun to write, he's really fun to have in your party, and it's very important for me that that is also represented."

"He's gonna stab you, but will have a smile on his face as he does it? I mean, I dunno. That's kind of him in a nutshell."

Larian would not have allowed for Astarion to be a typical brooding Dracula type, and there were scenes that were shot down for not being original enough

The main thing about Astarion was trying to get a "sense of fun." It would be easy to write a character that was very unlikable, and they absolutely did not want to do that

Rooney says Astarion is consistently terrible throughout the game and awful in a whole lot of ways, but he also needed to be charming enough that you could tolerate his presence and wanted him around

Rooney also had a lot of input on Astarion's stats (meaning the 10 Charisma is probalby 100% intentional)

He also had input on how certain lines should be delivered, even though the writers didn't directly work with voice actors

The way Astarion moves and poses is "all Neil"

Apparently, Neil Newbon worked on the character for years and Rooney did not speak to him once, though his voice work did influence how Astarion's lines were written and it became a "feedback loop" (Possible context for "ONLY SLIGHTLY, NEIL")

There were no points where a line delivery drastically changed Astarion's writing; rather it was a constant, slow evolution

However, there was one very spoilery moment where Neil gave such emotion to some "basic" lines that it fundamentally changed the scene (WHAT IS IT OMG)

It's difficult to balance approval, as you don't want to straight up write a monster. Every character needs to have some humanity in them. So if it comes to leaving the party, it needed to be the result of something central to said character. They wanted to be mindful of situations that would cause actual rifts between characters. (I assume this is why most generic disapprovals/approvals are +/- 1 or 2, while character-related ones give +/-5 or more)

However, as they don't write straight up horrible people/monsters, it doesn't come up as often as one might think.

The interviewer makes a point about how characters like Astarion and Lae'zel are good examples of how to play "evil" characters, as they are maybe not the best people but are still eager and willing to stick around the other party members

They worked to make sure the characters would work as a group, no matter the configuration of the group. The characters needed to be on the same path, even if they don't always agree or walk that path the same way.

Stephen Rooney is very proud of the "climactic" scene of Astarion's story. (AS HE SHOULD BE.) He even had to step away from the computer and have an emotional moment. Me too, man.

He's also "extremely pleased" that there's a point where you can punch Astarion in the face. "Actually, that one might be my favorite part" A MAN OF THE PEOPLE!!

Stephen Rooney's tip on what specific thing you should try out with Astarion: When he's trying to get a "sneaky nibble" at night, you should "probably" let him bite you. Way ahead of you there, sir.

No discussion about Astarion's romance unfortunately, but that's that!

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #anyway ... after dragon age it feels so mindblowing to have writers who aren't apologists for their characters

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enbeemagical · 10 months

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#just remembering a beloved childhood book series #book 5 was published in 2012 and it clearly wasn't the last #there was supposed to be a 6th at least #it never happened #according to wikipedia there's no word on why #i wonder if the author is like the fic writers whose unfinished fics haunt them

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i've been meaning to write something for a while now about how misinformation is not a partisan issue, it's just an issue in general. i was mulling over writing something about how infowars waterboards statistics into saying whatever alex jones wants – i'll still probably do that in the future – but it's not something that exactly supports my thesis here.

but, lucky me, i had a perfect example fall into my lap this week.

so, was andrew tate taken into custody over twitter beef with greta thunberg? the short answer is "no" but i'll elaborate.

here's the primary romanian news report about the cops taking the tate brothers into custody. the way that this has been reported in US news media has basically been that a pizza box in andrew tate's video response to thunberg helped romanian authorities confirm his location. here's a daily beast article that insinuates this:

In a video rant he uploaded to Twitter, in which he smoked a cigar and tried to brush off the online spat, he unwittingly displayed a pizza box from a local pizza chain—alerting authorities looking for him to his presence in the country.

here's the problem with that, though – none of the romanian journalists who reported on this story said anything about the pizza box thing. there's also a huge problem with these stories just... citing each other.

if you dig through the citation loop long enough, you end on this daily star article that cites tweets (jurnelism!) from, of course, alejandra caraballo

According to Alejandra Caraballo, a writer and clinical instructor posting on Twitter: “Romanian authorities needed proof that Andrew Tate was in the country so they reportedly used his social media posts.

(as an aside, if you follow her on twt, i'd heavily recommend against doing that. she spews bullshit like her life depends on it and i think this is inexcusable.)

these are caraballo's tweets in question:

the source for this is the romanian article i linked to earlier in this post. it doesn't say any of this. at least, the english translated version of it doesn't. for what it's worth, i'm not a romanian speaker, and i don't have any benchmark for judging if google's translation service is missing linguistic nuances. here's what it actually says:

Sources close to the investigation stated, for Gândul , that shortly after the completion of the computer expertise, the authorities waited for the right moment to catch the Tate brothers, who were always out of the country.

After seeing, including on social networks, that they were together in Romania, the DIICOT prosecutors mobilized the special troops of the Gendarmerie and descended, by force, on their villa in Pipera, but also on other addresses.

it's also probably worth pointing out that tate's villa was previously searched in april. while the article does say that social media was used to help confirm their location, it doesn't say anything about pizza boxes. and, like, given that tate is a prolific social media poster and was tweeting out videos of romania on sunday, i think it's safe to assume they had a wealth of other information to go off.

and if you don't want to take my word for it, nyt and wapo both reported that the spokesperson for the romanian prosecutor presiding over the case denied the pizza box thing:

Speculation online centered on whether a distinctive pizza box featured in one of Mr. Tate’s tweets to Ms. Thunberg had helped lead the authorities to him, but Ramona Bolla, a spokeswoman for the Directorate for the Investigation of Organized Crime and Terrorism, told The New York Times on Friday that that was not the case.

anyway, ain't it funny how caraballo's made the fuck up pizza tweet got 76 million views, 97k retweets, and 525k likes, while her appended correction got 78k views, 100 retweets, and 820 likes. her initial "source: my mind" tweet is still up. ain't. it. funny.

#tim heidecker rules for 2023 – NO MORE BULLSHIT!

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elinordash · 9 months

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How to watch Good Omens Season 2 (legally) for free to help it get renewed

You might feel like you don’t want to give any money to the big studios, especially with the strikes going on, but Neil Gaiman himself thinks that the more successful Season 2 is, the more pressure there will be on Amazon to meet the writers and actors’ demands, and renew the show for a third season. So, we the fans really should watch the show legally, preferably during the first week, and then over and over and over again. The good news is, we can do that for free!

You can go to the Amazon Prime page around the 28th of July and get a free trial for a week or a month, depending your region. You will have to give your card number, but they won’t start charging you until the trial period is over, and you can set a reminder on your phone to cancel it before it ends. Afterwards, you should watch Season 2 (or have it play on the background) as often as possible for a few days at least.

According to Neil, “free trials are to be encouraged”, so go have fun!

Tagging a bunch of people bellow cut to help spread the word:

@fuckyeahgoodomens @crowleyanthonys @i-am-having-a-moment-here @capinejghafa @katherineebishop @madeline-kahn @delphines @chrrispine @cobbbvanth @jamiettart @bauern @nancysgillians @thorsrevcnge @magicaplin @dqmeron @bathenas @jamietarrt @lottie-matthew @commander-codys @elliewillaims @userstede @magicaplin @emmaswns @rosettyller @swirlingthings @edhappy-is-you @mattyanormal @gooodomens @aziraphae @sebthesmoll @ineffableandco @jen-andtonic @itsjustineffable @tenthrees @elly-sweetheartcrowley @infinitevariety @malfell @i-only-ever-asked-questions @mimisempai @doctorcziken @ineffablyreal @michaelsheens @inhonoredglory @ifishouldvanish @unhingedpirates @julibellule

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #goodomensedit #good omens promo #good omens fandom #my text #crowley #aziraphale #neil gaiman #signal boost #good omens season 2 #go2 #the strike means neil can't properly promote the show #so he have to step in

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In Love with a Red Flag

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: To say that you hated him wasn’t accurate. But you didn’t like him. He was exactly the type of guy you kept a distance from. And yet, he will be the closest to you.

A/N: I realise this idea is not unique, shout-out to all the other amazing writers who wrote a similar piece!

“Ferrari PR team came up with a solution to solve the problem. Together with the Mercedes PR team, we agreed that the best course of action would be to have you and Charles play pretend.”

You looked at Toto in disbelief.

You and Charles? Play pretend?

You knew that due to Ferrari’s latest issues with their cars, along with Mercedes’ own issues became such an issue that the teams began to lose fans.

So, PR being PR sat down and came up with a wicked idea.

Having you and Charles date, well, fake date.

According to both teams, you would become the next phenomenon and the fans would come right back.

All Toto could do was simply nod.

You let out a long sigh.

You have always tried your best to avoid Charles. He was exactly the type of guy you kept a good distance from. You knew about his method of dating.

The women he dated and how often he changed girlfriends. It was a huge red flag.

Much like his car, red all over.

You turned and looked at Charles who was just as surprised if not more than you.

“I will be looking forward to working with you, Charles.” You said with a smile as you looked at him.

You were on a yacht with him.

Soft launch as the teams called it. They knew the paparazzi would be watching. All you had to do was to act all lovely-dovely but not do too much.

You two being on the same boat would be enough.

With an ice cream in one hand, you headed to the deck, trying to get a little tan during your weekend off.

Charles soon joined you, sitting down next to you, you moved a bit closer to him.

“There’s a guy on the boat in front of us, he has a huge camera, and yet he thinks we didn’t notice him.”

“Well, I didn’t.” Charles smiled and so did you. “You know last year… in Hungary… you had that press event with the fans.”

“Oh, yeah! That was fun, I even wore a traditional dress. Kalocsai, I believe it’s called.”

“That one, yes. I remember, what about it?”

“I remember you being so… beautiful.”

“Thank you. But where did this come from?”

“You avoid me. I noticed you avoid me and Carlos. Why? Do you hate Ferrari that much?”

“Red is not really my colour.” You say, avoiding his eyes. “Especially not red flags.” You said before you got up and headed into the yacht.

The paparazzi sure got a nice picture.

The same afternoon, you were all over the news. You did it. One step closer to the finish line.

You thought of this as if it was another race.

You just had to get to the finish line. This time around, you didn’t care about the placements.

You just wanted this to be over with.

The next time you had to go out with Charles was during a charity event. You were given a beautiful silver dress to wear while Charles was in a black suit.

He looked good. Probably way too handsome for his own good.

You didn’t like how he didn’t make it easy to keep a distance. He was kind, attentive, and really fucking handsome.

He had an arm around you at all times.

“I will bring us something to drink.”

“A gin tonic would be lovely.” You replied and he nodded.

This was the only time he let you out of his arms. And if you were honest. You kinda missed it.

No.

This can’t be.

You cannot fall for him. You will not!

Toto walked over to you, complimenting your dress and dedication.

“This little PR thing works like a charm. Our team gained almost half a million new followers since last week.” Of course that is all he would care about. For now, at least, Toto had a sweet spot for you so it was only a matter of time for him to save you from this.

Fans come and go.

But your contract with him was clear. And even without that, he liked you very much. He often said you are like a younger sister to him.

“Good to know at least the plan worked.” Was your reply?

“And what about you and Charles?” He asked and you were a bit taken aback. “You two play your parts a little too well.”

“Oh please, like I would fall for a guy like him.” You replied and took a sip from your glass.

Toto only laughed a little.

You however failed to notice that Charles heard everything you said.

He simply paid his part and handed you your new drink.

On your way back home, Charles was sitting in the back of the limo with you.

“What did Toto say to you?” He asked suddenly and you turned from the window to look at him.

“He said our teams gained a lot of new fans. He looked excited about it.”

“Anything else?”

“Hm?”

“Did he ask about anything else?”

“No, he then just started to talk about the new sponsors.”

“I see.” Was his simple reply.

The next planned date was a dinner in a restaurant.

You got to wear casual clothes and feel like a human again.

You planned on eating possibly the best food you can find.

So you ordered a nice juicy hamburger with fries and a huge lemonade. Then you ordered a steak with mashed potatoes.

Charles looked rather impressed that you could eat so much.

If you were honest, you had a great time with him. You two were talking a lot. He showed you a side which not many people could see.

“Can I ask you something?” He said, suddenly becoming very serious.

“Sure.”

“When you were talking with Toto last week, you said something which really stuck with me. You said you wouldn’t fall for a guy like me. What did you mean by that?”

“I-“ this took you off guard. Should you be honest? But you also didn’t want to lie. “Everyone knew about your dating life. It was no secret and… it is a huge red flag.”

“Red flag?”

“Yes. You date one woman then you date their friend… it is a red flag.”

“And that’s why you avoided me?”

“Yes.” You said right away, which probably wasn’t the best.

You could see your words hurt him.

You wanted to say something else but then he suddenly stood up and excused himself to the bathroom.

You should have said something.

But you didn’t. And it hunted you for the upcoming weeks.

“You did good, Y/N. P3!”

“Thank you, Toto!” You drove another round, smiling and waving at the fans even if they couldn’t see you.

Max, P1, Charles, P2 and you, P3. It was a good race.

But you felt so awkward around Charles.

As they took you to your interviews, you suddenly stopped Charles.

“Charles.”

“We have an interview to do.” He wanted to walk away but you caught him.

“I misjudged you. I wanted to tell you back at the restaurant. I misjudged you. I had a great time with you, even if it was all pretend. I needed you to know.” Your assistant came to get you to see why you weren’t coming, so you headed to the interview.

Charles soon followed you.

You had one week left.

One week of fake dating.

The last seven days.

Why did it make you sad?

You should have known, but ultimately, you fell in love.

You fell in love with a red flag.

And you wanted to tell him, but how?

It was all too much.

For the last week, the teams came up with a simple idea, something to give a base to your upcoming breakup.

It was meant to be easy.

You should act like you hate each other, possibly even argue a little here and there. You two should look like you two hate one another.

But, it didn’t exactly go as planned.

You smiled too much, you laughed too hard. It didn’t look like you were a couple ready to break up, you looked like the exact opposite.

You were a couple fully in love.

At least you were.

You two ended up in a café, enjoying your coffee and tea while you had a small conversation.

“What you said, before the interview last week. I understand how my actions can seem, and how my dating life looks from the eyes of an outsider. It looks bad… very bad and I don’t blame you or anyone for thinking that way about me. But I’m thankful for your kindness. It took me a while to realize that I used to do those things because none of them was the one I was looking for. But you… you are so different from them. I understand this might be sudden but I cannot be the only one who feels this way.”

“You are not.” You interrupted him, hoping to ease his inner dilemma. You smiled at him as he visibly let out a long sigh.

He moved closer to you, and you leaned into him, pulling him down for a sweet and short kiss.

You could almost hear the cameras click. Instead, all you could focus on was his scent, his smile and his taste.

You sat back down in your chair, enjoying the sun, smiling.

The next day you broke the news to your teams. Toto was the first to congratulate you.

He knew, of course, he would. He knew you and Charles would end up together. One way or another.

/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc fanfiction #charles lecrelc #leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x fem reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader

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Oi, Mr. Gaiman (or Neil, idc).

I'll put you in context: Last thursday, at 11 in the afternoon, me looking at social media.

I see a post (edit) of Coraline, I get into comments and I see a person who says (exactly) "Coraline it's about drugs and addictions". Me, surprised, I answer "I think Neil Gaiman hasn't said anything about that.".

That person, a few hours later, answers me "It's about drugs and substances, whether you like it or not". I sigh (I hate people who are very pushy), and I reply with all the respect in the world:

"Look, Coraline is not about that because if not, it would not be aimed at an underage audience and Neil Gaiman (the writer) I would have said something about that. And, according to what I know, he you was inspired by a house where he lived." (I'm not sure about this)

After a while, that guy kept insisting. I didn't answer, making it clear that it wasn't worth answering, but damn! I don't like theories, and there are some that can be interesting and they don't contradict, but that one?

That seems very uncomfortable to me, since the book and the film are aimed at a smaller audience, if it were at least a book/film for teenagers (+13 I guess) then it could make a little of sense.

And well, what I want to say is, I know that you don't like theories and that you may not care, but, for me, it is really necessary to deny this one.

A long time ago I said words to the effect of, "When someone tells you about something they found in a story, they are right, for them. When they tell you that that is all the story is about they are always wrong." And that's how I feel. If someone finds a way of relating to a story that resonates with them -- in this case the person you are talking to deciding that Coraline is about addiction -- telling them they are wrong doesn't mean anything, any more than me telling a literary PhD student that they are wrong about my book would mean anything.

People find things that speak to them in fiction, whether intended by the author or not. All I would ever say to anyone who thinks that they have found the only key to a story, is that it's one key amongst thousands, and the story will mean other things to other people, and those other things are just as true.

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bitterkarella · 5 months

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Midnight Pals: Sunsweet Prunes

Ray Bradbury: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the lazy summer of youth Bradbury: long days down by the river, fishing in miller's pond, afternoons at the soda shop, ice cream sundaes with fabulous unicorn worlds built of whipped cream, nickels for a dime Bradbury: and becky miller's freckled-face kisses Bradbury: sweeter than sunsweet prunes

Bradbury: sunsweet prunes, i tell you Bradbury: the only prune that's sweeter than a nostalgic midwestern childhood Bradbury: and they come in these little individually wrapped plastic packs too King: Poe: Barker: Koontz: Lovecraft: Bradbury: I just think they're neat

Bradbury: according to my stories, in the far distant future of 2001 Bradbury: we shall travel in tubes Bradbury: we'll have flying cars Bradbury: and we'll all be eating our sunsweet prunes out of individually wrapped plastic packs Poe: wait you never said that in your stories Bradbury: i wish i had Bradbury: i would have been 1 for 3 at least

Bradbury: look, they individually wrap these sunsweet prunes in plastic Bradbury: what a world! Bradbury: its like living in the not too distant future Poe: doesn't that create a lot of waste Bradbury:

Bradbury: tearing open this individually wrapped snack pack reminds me of tearing open presents on christmas morning, snow on the ground, ma and pa taking the day off from working the farm, the whole family arriving in a caravan of automobiles, aunts and uncles and cousins by the dozen, oh my! oh my! uncles a little too loud after three egg nogs, cousins playing cops & robbers in the hay loft

Bradbury: and the feasting, the jollity! too many voices all at once, raised in laughter, in song. the twinkle in dad's eye, the red roses in mom's cheeks, grandpa's baritone chuckle. falling asleep to the sounds of bing crosby on the tombstone radio, surrounded by the warm glow of early evening King: wow these prunes sound pretty incredible King: i'm sold! Koontz: [tearing open sunsweet prune container] guys Koontz: i think my prunes are broken Koontz: i didn't feel any of that stuff ray said

Poe: ray are they paying you to advertise for prunes Bradbury: no no of course not! Bradbury: i would never accept money to tell you about the incredible health benefits of america's favorite prunes, sunsweet Bradbury: full of 12 different antioxidents King: can i buy them with my american express card

Neil Gaiman: but ray! Gaiman: using the limitless vista of your inpirational mind to advertise a mere consumer good Gaiman: such a tawdry use of the gift of imagination! Gaiman: it cheapens us as writers just as the low low prices of chipotle cheapens organic rice and GMO-free beans to bring wholesome healthy Mexican inspired fusion cuisine to the masses

Gaiman: you can't leash the phoenix of creativity to the millstone of commerce! Gaiman: she must fly free! Gaiman: free like the secret dragon sauce available now at now extra charge at your local chipotle King: neil's right! Poe: about chipotle? King: about everything!!

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #hp lovecraft #ray bradbury #neil gaiman

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